Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Matte black lambo

You'd bagged a job at one of New York's most high class hotels nearly a year ago, having practically begged and cried for the opportunity since you moved from a hectic family life and barely had any money to your name. The manager, Mr. Ronaldo, accepted you simply because he pitied a damsel in distress, and you knew that full and well.

Little did you know, the job would be nothing but pure hell for hours on end. You work at the front desk, signing people in and getting them registered, but when you're not doing that; you're fetching everything from papers to numbers to soy chai lattes with an extra shot of caffeine for your prissy boss who thinks he's king of the concrete jungle.

The only thing that really got you through it, and continues to get you through it, is your friendship with the valet employee, Mandy. You two have pretty much become best friends over the course of the year, discussing everything and every topic when you're the only ones in the lobby. Recently, she's brought to your attention that a certain man has taken an interest in you outside of the building, a very handsome man at that, from what you're told.

"Matte black lambo showed up again today, still didn't come in like always but he asked if you were working." The dark haired girl gives you humorously raised eyebrows and pursed lips as she steadies herself on the marble desk top with her elbows. You snicker at her expression as well as the nickname she's given John Doe, twiddling a red pen between your index and middle finger as your eyes break away from your computer and divert to her smug countenance.

"Would you stop staring at me like that?" You reply with a laugh, tossing your pen at her and causing her to flinch instead of continuing to give you that look that a best friend gives another when they suspect someone's interested in you. "Hey! He's hot ok? Actually no, he's more than hot, he's like- ice cream dripping down a waffle cone on a hot day drool worthy."

You can't help but to burst out with laughter at her analogy, your cheeks beginning to hurt from the constant fits. "That just sounds messy and sticky to me." She then humorously shrugs her shoulders at your statement, tongue clicking loudly as he leans in across the desk and whispers "I wouldn't mind getting messy or sticky with him." Your eyes widen, head shaking as you both begin to fill the vast, empty room with snorts and cackles, not being able to help it.

"Why-would-you-say that." You manage to get out between laughs, both of you holding your stomachs. "Is he really that attractive? He seems kind of creepy to me." You finish, wiping your tears with your finger as the giggling settles down. She takes a deep breath, both of you trying not to laugh again. "He's gorgeous, and rich, so he's probably cocky but that's not the point. He's into you, like, every time I'm out there he asks if you're here-oh! And you know that raise you got last week? I think he had something to do with it-"

You don't have time to reply to her, though your eyebrows are already furrowed and a perplexed tone of voice already at the base of your throat before you get a chance to speak, and a loud voice sounds through the lobby. 'Why would matte black lambo have anything to do with me getting a raise?' You think to yourself. "Is this what you both consider to be work? Because all I see are two children inappropriately conversing when they should be filing papers or completing registrations."